(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
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Watching four seasons in a row of _________, while Facebook stalking exes and enemies.
Buying groceries. Debilitating.
You feel like every time you’re a bridesmaid or groomsman, an angel loses it’s wings.
You’d pay top dollar for a moment of clarity.
Cooking dinner. Debilitating.
You laughed, and cried, when you first read 21 Secrets for your 20s.
You’ve moved six times in the last four years.
You feel like you’re being crushed by either anxiety, unemployment, or just crazy amounts of college debt — you know, like most Millennials these days.
“When is life going to feel like it’s supposed to?” Is something you ask. Every day.
You binge on buying brand names to try and cover up that you’re broke.
Visualizing yourself 15 years from now doing your boss’s job makes you throw up a little in your mouth.
You’ve had six jobs in the last four years.
Doing dishes. Debilitating.
You’ve had no relationships in the last six years and you’re scared your relationshipping is broken.
Making a budget is completely debilitating.
Even thinking about doing your taxes. Debilitating.
You recently googled: “Quarter Life Crisis?”
The phrase you dread hearing the most at work is, “Congratulations, you’re getting a promotion” because you’re getting pushed deeper into a job you despise.
“Am I ever going to feel like myself again?” Is something you ask. Every day.
You find yourself repelled and compelled by church at the same time. You ask God for help one day and then you’re yelling at him the next. Your faith is a roller coaster and you’re pretty sure your seat belt is about to come undone.
A Bon Iver or John Mayer song comes on and you start crying. By yourself, or around friends. Or in the middle of a coffeeshop as strangers slowly usher their children away.
You’re having arguments with your mom again about cleaning your bathroom and being home at a reasonable hour. (aka you’re sleeping back in your old bedroom)
Your part-time, temporary job at Starbucks has lasted five and ½ years.
You have no idea where to go for answers. Or even, how to find the right questions.
Calling people back. Debilitating.
Your monthly routine of expenses being greater than your income is dawning on you as a serious problem.
You’re 99.7% sure a road trip would fix everything.
You seek out a mentor for answers one week and you avoid them like the 8th grader with bad BO, the next.
Looking for a job. Debilitating.
You dream about going back and punching your Smug-College-Self who was so sure had all the answers.
You surf the internet so much at work every day that you literally hit a point where you don’t know what else to search for.
You glare at your animal in the morning as you get ready for work and say, “Gosh, I wish I had your life.”
You see so clearly the two roads in front of you. A life of comfort and a life of risk. And you’re not sure you have the right car or directions to go down either one.
You’ve had six relationships in the last four years.
Feelings of quarter life crisis stop you through out the day as you ask, “There’s got be more to life than this?”
